Egon
Nov02

Egon

The first time I met Egon a tree had fallen across the dirt road leading to our house. My then-coworker-and-eventual-husband and I had taken the financially daring plunge of renting a place on a couple of acres in semi-rural Atascadero – me because I was tired of neighbors, him because he wanted a dog. The house was a low-slung ranch style with yellow wood siding and a big stone fireplace, a chipped linoleum kitchen floor, cheap...

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Some Random Thoughts at the End of the Year
Dec08

Some Random Thoughts at the End of the Year

The first time in three years with the leisure to indulge in a few drifting moments of “what did happen over these last months?”

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Thunderbird
Sep15

Thunderbird

Learning to love the consumers of carrion.

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Spring
Apr12

Spring

I’ve lived in Atascadero for seventeen years and towards the end of every winter I become a fretful Demeter waiting for Persephone: unconvinced that this time the decimated, disconsolate yard will emerge from Hades.

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Birds, Water and Lazy Weekends
Mar10

Birds, Water and Lazy Weekends

Atascadero Lake, January 2014

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